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bite Violet in half, or bite off her entire leg in one go. And their cruel, curved talons were so big, they way as well have been scimitars.

Violet didn’t stand a chance against one, let alone an entire pack.

Gu-Gu-Gu-Gu-GOOOOCK!

“Terrorsaurs!” Captain Theia shouted over comms.

“NOOOOO!” I roared and started blasting with my ABR-17

CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHOOM!

Feathers went flying as my barrage of blaster bolts tore into the nearest Terrorsaur.

KRAIIIIIIIIIK! It screamed and spasmed in the air, flailing as it fell toward the jungle floor. Huge flowery purple jaws attached to the nearest carnivorous jungle plant snatched the injured Terrorsaur from the air and gulped it down.

KEEEEEEEK! a dozen other Terrorsaurs screamed, having heard the death cry of their pack mate.

An explosion of blue-black wings whirled in the air, giving up the chase to turn on me. A dozen or more big Terrorsaurs split into two groups and came arcing around toward me from two directions in a pincer formation.

Gu-Gu-Gu-Gu-GOOOOCK!

Suddenly, I had become dinner.

I slowed warily. Rushing forward into their oncoming tangle of talons and jaws would get me killed.

“Hold your position, my king!” Captain Theia shouted over comms.

“What?!”

“Halt and don’t move!”

I stopped where I was and hovered.

As soon as I did, 51 bolt rifles opened fire simultaneously from behind me.

BRAAAAAAAAAAP!

The deafening sound of a thousand two-stroke chainsaws was accompanied by a storm of golden bolts erupting around me, pulverizing everything ahead. A rainbow spray of vegetation misted the air, punctuated by smaller clouds of blood and staccato screams from the disintegrating Terrorsaurs.

KRAI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-K!

Then, relative silence.

The Shock Knights rushed up behind me, surrounding me in a floating phalanx globe of power armor and deadly weaponry, their rifles facing outward in every direction.

“My king!” Theia called out. “Are you hurt?!”

“No, I’m good.” I was more stunned by that incredible display of firepower than anything else.

Eeeeeee!

Violet’s scream was growing distant.

Gu-Gu-Gu-Gu-Goock!

So were the remaining Terrorsaurs still pursuing her.

“Move it!” I shouted. “Everybody forward! Follow the sound of that scream!” I didn’t wait for the Shock Knights to make way for me. My heart racing, I rocketed forward and out from the cover of their spherical and floating phalanx. My mind was focused solely on saving Violet.

En route, I saw more flapping shadows in the surrounding jungle as a number of Terrorsaurs winged away to safety. They were in retreat. Seeing half their pack slaughtered within seconds was a grisly lesson. They may have been dumb dinosaurs, but they learned quickly.

KRAAIIIIIIIIIK!

A Terrorsaur exploded from a screen of blue-green leaves, clawing at my back from above, its talons scraping and squealing against my metal armor. The force of the attacks kicked me downward. Had I been prone on the ground, those blows would’ve hit me sledgehammer-hard, but with me flying, the impact was survivable. As it was, the kicks hit only claw-hammer hard — the 32 ounce kind swung by a burly roofer or framer who worked back in the days before nail guns. If not for my armor, I could have easily suffered several broken ribs, vertebrae, and likely a hole punched through my skull.

With the Shock Knights far behind, I was on my own.

I rolled in the air, intent on unloading my ABR-17 in this thing’s face.

Cha-cha-cha-CHOOM!

KRAAIIIIIIK!

Faster than I could blink, my rifle was ripped from my grip and it went spinning into the distant jungle.

KRAAIIIIIIIIIK!

Scimitar-sized talons slashed at my face and chest blinding fast. Surprised, I instinctively covered my face with my arms while talons raked me repeatedly.

GRO-O-O-O-OK! the Terrorsaur uttered gutturally, head back, throat ululating as its neck vibrated and it continued clawing.

While fighting for my life, I was vaguely aware its head was covered in a criss-cross of scars, one of its orange eyes was clouded over, and half its upper-front fangs were cracked off. Call this old guy or gal Crackfang. Make no mistake: its deadly mouth had more than enough dagger-size fangs to shred me and my armor to ribbons.

Before I could make a move, Crackfang’s talons clamped my torso in a crushing grip.

I screamed in pain.

Despite my armor, I felt like my ribs were breaking under the intense pressure.

I focused on POSITION in my HUD and applied vector arrows on Crackfang’s talons to force them apart.

Before that took effect, or perhaps while I was simply thinking through the steps, Crackfang’s huge head snapped forward rattlesnake-fast and tried repeatedly to chomp my arms and/or head off. Crackfang lashed out indiscriminately, biting, biting, biting.

If I didn’t do something damn quick, I was done.

When my POSITION vector arrows kicked in, and the crushing pressure on my ribs eased just enough for me to inhale, I focused on my HUD until MASS flickered. Then I screamed in Crackfang’s face.

“SHRINK!” My voice came out amplified by my helmet’s loudspeaker.

KRAAIIIIIIIIIK! Crackfang continued the assault of his snapping jaws, leaving me completely discombobulated by the constant thrashing.

I wasn’t sure if I was effectively applying my MASS extraction or not, or if this was happening so blindingly fast — faster than fighting cats — that my brain simply wasn’t fast enough to process everything that was going on. Either way, Crackfang wasn’t shrinking.

Back on Earth, when I’d shrunk a charging Hoppy the Gorlak from the size of a gigantic reptilian rhinoceros-monster to a puppy, I had been standing still in the middle of a Venice Beach neighborhood street. Hoppy had been thundering toward me between parked cars, traveling in a straight line and straight toward me. Although he’d shaken the asphalt under my feet, and had been running at me quite fast because of his size, his X and Y position relative to me had been effectively static, and I had been able to focus and concentrate intently on shrinking him.

Crackfang here was practically tearing apart me and the rest of reality with his thrashing claws and jaws. His body was a literal blur. It was impossible for me to think, let alone focus or concentrate.

Had I not been surprised by him, I might have used my True Ring’s TIME function to maybe slow down time or stop it to my

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